Hey guys! Sooooo, I know I have been on a very long hiatus, and I am truly sorry for that, but it was just a time of complete and utter hopelessness. I was just very unmotivated with no new ideas, but ALAS! IM BACK! Frolic with me! *flowers*
Do not fear about my other stories as they are being completely revamped and will be going again soon! I was just very unsatisfied with my past writings that I just couldn't live with it anymore and had to redo. Thanks a million to those who continued to support even without an update to feed their hunger, you guys are the BEST! And I love each N every one of ya! *distributes cyber-skittles*
So without further ado, here's chappie #1 of Freedom of the Lost! PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! This helps to keep me motivated, as I know if the story is even being read.
Jackson Darby was always a laid-back individual. He boasted a relaxed mentality and prospered from thinking situations through before acting on a whim. Rarely has anything, truly, disquieted his thoughts. Well, except for the obvious fact that he was acquainted with a group of alien robots.
But something was nagging at him, almost as if his subconscious was desperately trying to tell him something.
It was 4th hour at Jasper High, the last class period of the day. Looking up at the clock Jack noted that it was 3:03; only a few more minutes until kids would be set loose to enjoy the weekend. Jack sighed.
He was going through something, he knew that well enough. But as to what, exactly, intrigued him. He felt sick, an overwhelming sense that his whole world was bending and shifting around him. It left him feeling smothered and drained, but for no absolute reason.
Despite whatever he was going through he should feel happy, ecstatic even.
Optimus was back! Memories and all restored. Yet, Jack couldn't help but feel as if something was just…wrong. Terribly wrong. Get it together man. Even his inner voice sounded weak to him. Maybe it's the weather.
Yeah…right.
He ran a clammy hand through his black hair; it came back covered in a light sheen of sweat. Looking at his pale hands he dully noted that they were trembling. He let out another sigh. This one more shaky and unstable then the last. "What's wrong with me?"
BRIIING!
Finally! Jack whipped a pale hand across his brow to relieve it of perspiration. He was cold but continued to sweat as if he was running a marathon. Retrieving his backpack he stuffed it with papers not caring if they crumpled, he had worse things to worry about.
Exiting the classroom, Jack was a walking zombie as he allowed the torrents of students to push him forward. He barely managed to elbow his way towards his own, dented locker and sighed as he swapped out books.
"Jack!"
Slowing turning to the source of the call his blurry eyes landed on Miko as she raced over to him waving wildly. She stopped short at seeing his condition, her giddy punk-rock attitude draining away almost instantly. "Dude, what happened to you?" Worry laced her words. "You look like-"
Jack quickly cut her off. He just wanted to get home, take some medicine and hit the hay. "I'm fine Miko."
She scoffed at his answer. "I might fake sickness to get out of class but I definitely know what it really looks like." Jack rolled his eyes which he instantly regretted when his world spun with them. He braced himself on a nearby locker. "I just… I just need some s-sleep. I might just have a bug. Nothing serious."
Miko still looked uncertain but otherwise let the subject drop. "Do you think you'll make it too base? We were having that rockin' sleepover remember!"
Jack inwardly flinched; he totally forgot about the 3-day stay at the silo. He, along with Miko and Raf, planned on introducing the bots to some human culture. Help explain some things that they might not have caught onto; but the main reason was a surprise party for Optimus. Everything was set up and arranged. He even got permission from his mom to stay all three days without coming home! A bonus in Jack's eyes, but he still had to call her every night.
He hefted his backpack onto his shoulder, cringing as it almost made him topple over. He slammed his locker shut. "I'll try. If not I'll call Arcee and tell her."
The duo continued to the front of the school, the faint outlines of Bulkhead, Arcee and Bumblebee coming into view through the glass doors. Jack stopped abruptly, unknowing to Miko who burst through the doors and ran to her designated guardian. Jack's eyes widened as he gazed in shock at the motorcycle waiting patiently for him. Images flashed through his mind- cities, but none Jack has ever seen. They looked like cities… from Cybertron. It had to be! The beautiful metal spirals ascending into the night sky were unmistakable.
An electric buzz filled his ears, constant and unnerving. Jack tried shaking his head but the images continued. Mechs and femmes walked around, chattering in the strange language that was Cybertronian but something was wrong. Seriously, wrong.
It was as if he was actually back on Cybertron's roads. Only what Jack was seeing was filled with life and flourishing markets. The exact opposite of what he witnessed when he and Arcee raced across the blackened surface.
The vision shifted and everything seemed to blur when it focused on a certain bot. A blue femme with familiar pink highlights. Jack instantly recognized her as his guardian but she looked different. Younger, even. A horrible feeling settled in his gut.
White dominated his sight.
"Arcee, wait!" A blue and red mech was frantically waving the two-wheeler over, trying to get her attention.
Who is that? Jack wondered.
Boomer.
Boomer?
Yes. How did he know that?
The blue and pink femme abruptly stopped in her tracks and whirled around on the mech following her. Pure fury was painted on her faceplates. "Wait," She hissed. "Do you think the Decepticons are going to "wait" if they find us? Do you think that the shuttle is going to "wait" when they notice we aren't onboard? Do you insist for one nano-klick that this war is going to wait on us while you rest on your aft!"
Boomer stopped a few yards away from her, frowning. "You're not the only one trying to get to the shuttle, Arcee. We have neutrals trying to keep up." Arcee scoffed. "Yeah, and what have they contributed to the war besides getting in the way. We don't have the time or the resources to waste on mechs who can't make a simple decision."
Boomer's frown deepened. "Not choosing is a decision, Arcee. Besides, that's not your call to make. They need help. Half of them are injured and the rest are mere younglings." The blue and red mech gestured to the small group trailing behind them, sparks dancing off of a majority of their forms. Many were hurt and leaking energon. Servos and pedes were clearly missing. All courtesy to a recent Decepticon attack. They were lagging though as they desperately tried to reach their position.
"That's not my problem."
Boomer's face turned to that of pure shock. "What?"
Arcee turned her back on the mech before marching off, hands clenching and unclenching. "I said that it's. Not. My. Problem."
His world came crashing down around him. Cybertron phased into Earth and next thing he knew, he was standing in the middle of the hallway of Jasper High.
Jack blinked harshly in a vain attempt to dismiss the painful visions. Oh God. He needed to get home! Jack took a frantic step toward the door, fingers just grazing the metal surface before cold dread washed over his entire being. What is happening to me! He wanted to leave but he couldn't bring himself to take another step. There was something about the pink and blue motorcycle waiting for him just a few yards outside the school doors that made his body scream in protest.
An overwhelming sense of distrust.
Jack was confused, he rode on Arcee hundreds of times and clearly knew of the bond he shared with his guardian. But right now... right now he couldn't bring himself to be within five feet of her.
Slowly Jack backed away from the front doors and ran down the hallway he came.
He would find his own way home.
Well, I know it's short, but much is soon to follow! So please leave a review and tell me what you thought. I love feedback! See you next time for chappie #2!
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